something to think about

Perhaps a person gains by accumulating obstacles. The more obstacles set up to prevent happiness from appearing, the greater the shock when it does appear, just as the rebound of a spring will be all the more powerful the greater the pressure that has been exerted to compress it. Care must be taken, however, to select large obstacles, for only those of sufficient scope and scale have the capacity to lift us out of context and force life to appear in an entirely new and unexpected light.

For example, should you litter the floor and tabletops of your room with small objects, they constitute little more than a nuisance, an inconvenient clutter that frustrates you and leaves you irritable; the petty is mean. Cursing, you step around the objects, pick them up, knock them aside.

Should you, on the other hand, encounter in your room a nine thousand pound granite boulder, the surprise it evokes, the extreme steps that must be taken to deal with it, compel you to see with new eyes. Difficulties illuminate existence, but they must be fresh and of high quality.

Conversations with Enemies

going along with A's post kinda but mostly not at all:

my friend's band Conversations with Enemies is playing in bushwick friday at Goodbye Blue Monday and at Piano's in manhattan on saturday. youS should go. i know i am and i ll most likely be able to convince at least one of my 3 friends (so far) in new york to come with me. (seriously guys, it'll be fun) 

but yea, they re pretty good check them out here . they sing about zombies and shit which is a lot cooler than you d think. plus zombies are really sophisticated and "in" right now. proof via new york post's review on my next read as soon as it gets re-stocked at my store: 

i don't know which i m more excited for; the show friday or reading the book. well, on second thought, the show also involves booze, so probably that...

Conversations with Strangers

On my redeye flight from Vegas to JFK last night, or yesterday morning, at 1am, I sat next to some skinny guy with a big nose in his mid-twenties. i had the middle seat, he had the aisle, and our window seat didn't come until later. He was a talker, which is not conducive to redye flights, and our convo went as follows:

talker: if the window seat never comes, are you still going to sit in the center?

me: no. i'll move.

talker: ok, good, cause if you didn't that'd be weird. can i put my feet on you?

me: umm.. no.. what?

talker: so why were you in vegas?

me: i went to meet my friends from college, blah blah blah..

talker: do you have any crazy pictures on that iphone of vegas?

(i flip to the picture of my friends peeing in a stairwell, then decided i shouldn't show him)

talker: maybe by the time we're flying over kansas i can get you to show it to me. did you lose any money gambling?

me: not really, i don't have money to gamble, i'm poor. will you wake me up when the snack cart comes by?

talker: maybe you should save some of those snacks for your dinner next week.

me: why were you in vegas?

talker: business... i work for hbo sports and had to go to a boxing match.

me: (bored) oh neat. ----fake fall asleep-----

flight goes by, we awkwardly graze knees, he awkwardly puts his head on my shoulder to sleep, i sit with my arms crossed... plane lands.. i offer him gum.. he accepts.. i am not in the mood to talk and avoid him completely... as we are exiting plane:

talker: so are you gonna want your gum back?
me: nope.


no idea what his name was or anything but it was a somewhat strange 4 hours of my life.

on a more positive note

she's wonderful. sad i missed this show.

the drunks talking at the end of this clip kinda ruin it, just end it early ;)

Lissy Trullie truly sucks

i've seen this chick open for the virgins twice now and each time the most intriguing thing about it has been the fact that her hands are the freakiest things i have ever seen. LOOK at these. they look like alien tentacles or something.

so she's been gaining a lot of positive press lately which really irks me considering the music is pretty terrible. i mean, just because you're an ex-model/lesbo who has recently been featured on sophomore's site and hanging with cory kennedy so much she's blogging about you does not give you an vip access pass to stardom, does it? 

and on top of all this she's a real jerk.  when i saw her last at johnny brenda's, my friend mike was outside smoking after the set and the band was out there so he asked them a question, or was saying congrats, or something and she completely ignored him to the point where he was offended. and mike doesn't get offended easily.  seriously? you were playing johnny brenda's, not MSG and your biggest (only) fans in the place were step-sister brittany, cousin randy and the rest of the 'trullie' gang who were annoyingly singing along to your crappy lyrics abt chicks and taking rapid photos the whole time.

lame.